[Lish]

Clean rap, return of the boom bap

Wack MCs take the style, but yo, I'll bring it back

Send these cats back to foldin' sweaters at the Gap

They sweat in the fold in the cold but yo I know where it's at

Cuz my rhyme's been designed like Christian Dior

I swear they ain't make 'em like this anymore

Cuz this we explore, the shit we endure

Gets us hittin' so vicious just like a fist in the door

This business we've inflicted, rippin' like the shit was scripted

My style's so beyond you, I'm sorry that you missed it

Lyrically gifted, my pinky ring, kiss it!

You're phony, wearin' a mask like your name was Stanley Ipkiss

Like a guillotine, step up and beat the scene

Still can't see the G in me? We beat it up repeatedly

I'm bringin' experience these kids ain't never seen

Everybody knows the best MCs were born up in the Seventies

Nevertheless, we kickin' it right

Blowin' ya mind, up inside three dimensional rhymes

Ever precise, stoppin' at the drop of a dime

Ever so nice, sever the price, Barker said it was right

Social dialect, Protect Ya Neck like Inspectah Deck

When I'm wreckin' the set show my crew no disrespect

Claimin' stages and sprayin' wrecks, you and your dudes be gettin'

Vexed, like L.o.N.S. you wonder What's Next

In this context it's my house and you're a lost guest

It's nonsense to contest; this flow so complex

Your offense needs progress, you ain't even top ten

We all get you're fake like long dreads on a bald head

That cops blends when you're not even a pot head

No content? No comment! We off to stomp them

Constantly bomb them, until they all dead

Smevz, I ain't even gonna finish, I'm off like a prom dress

[Hook]

These jokes below, we hope they own a peacoat

Cuz they won't see no C-notes once they see what we wrote

What we wrote, what we wrote, what we wrote, what we wrote

They won't see no C-notes

[Smevz]

I'm Harry Callaghan catchin' your Wackness in a looming Sting

Y'all ain't Wild Things bringin' Heat, you're cheesy like when Newsies sing

If your raps were a film, I'd be booin' it from my droopy seat

Screamin' as I threw my drink and it splashed off the movie screen

Battle me? My anatomy won't put you at ease

You've got a pair that can't compare to what I keep in my jeans

I hit the loose leaf like Bruce Lee, never writin' rhymes loosely

Leave you bleedin' profusely, you'll be in trouble like LUUCYYYY

I'm like a G when I shock it

I rock it no problem with the dockets in my pocket

A rocket in my dockers, why you gotta act awkward?

I ain't Ben Stiller and you ain't gonna Meet the Fockers

Think you're better, you're pretendin' like Drop Dead Fred

And dead like Zed, like Tech said, we're goin' off with them heads

With our style so fresh that every Inbred Jed ejected the Best of Def

Leppard out his cassette deck and then went with our demo instead

Too bad for the dearly departed, I'm emotionally retarded

And get more upset about goin' out to the bar and gettin' carded

So let's start this, cuz I ain't hungry, I'm starvin'

Committin' arson every time I take part in spittin' jargon

A mic without me barkin' is like a dyke without Doc Martens

I'm gulpin' Captain Morgan and swingin' my shit like Dolly Parton

Ernie McCracken quotes and jokes like Gary Larson and Johnny Carson

My flow'll blow your whole Face Off like I'm Vincent and you're Marvin

I'm the antagonist smackin' your wack tactics

On their back like a crack addict collapsed in a Craftmatic

It's practically that drastic, attackin' like black magic

Stackin' havoc and laughin' as I'm snappin' backs like Vlasics

These antics are classic, spannin' from manic to tantric

Rapidly massacrin' bastards, stashin' asses in the attic

Bustin' raps so erratic, emphatically actin' dramatic

Packin' semantic action 'til I'm gaspin' like an asthmatic, bitch